Tears and More Tears

Mark went back to Georgia today. I took him to the bus station early this morning. It was excrutiatingly painful. I was crying so much I couldn't drive home. So I walked around the cold quiet city before it got going for the day. I finally got myself under enough control to drive back home. But seeing the slippers he used sitting in the entranceway, as if he would be stepping back into them shortly undid me again. I've spent the day in a fog trying to stay strong. I'm not doing a very good job.